Rhyme for the Summertime

August the third month, summer with sun rays
Sunshine blaze, my eyes are kind of glazed
Cream in my coffee, I'm makin' the call
Coolin' by the fence on the street with the sex stalls
So many freaks, geeks, rats, cool cats, and bad girls
I'm that kid, yo, loungin' in my own world
Dig daydreamin', girl, think she's a dancer
Like to catch the whole show but my visit was cancelled
I was hungry, my take out had my fixin'
Ordered fried rice, eggroll, wonton, and big chicken
Then I went to meet the Mac Little
Cool, relaxin', sippin', sippin' wine from the bottle mouth
Fly girls with sauce, bums who are lost
More garbage that's tossed
Out of the doors and the window, rooftops and building
Twenty-five cents a show, all the freaks know
A rhyme for the summertime, straight up ragmop blues
Diggin' the scene from the street side view
Coolin' on the block, dig, lookin' for some action
I can't rest 'til I find satisfaction
I can't rest 'til I find satisfaction, I can't rest 'til I find satisfaction
I can't rest 'til I find satisfaction, I can't rest 'til I find satisfaction
I can't rest 'til I find satisfaction, I can't rest 'til I find satisfaction
Can't rest 'til I find satisfaction, I can't rest 'til I find satisfaction